Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Happy Mardi Gras

 


It's Mardi Gras in New Orleans and unfortunately, the parades have been canceled this year due to COVID. 

That doesn't mean that lovers of the city have to do without. Take a trip to the Big Easy and be an armchair traveler with my erotic time travel book, "Storyville: A Time Travel Erotic Romance."


Here's an excerpt. (Warning: Adult Content)

 I looked over towards Jackson Square and saw some horse-drawn carriages.  “Let’s take one of those when we’re done eating.  I’ve always wanted to ride in one,” I told Jan Baptiste, a handsome Creole piano player whom I just met.

Ten minutes later, we walked across the street and hired one.  The driver helped us into the carriage and told his pony to giddy-up. As he was pulling away, he asked, “Were y'all eating at the Cafe du Monde?”

“Yes,” I answered.

He said, “It’s the original coffee stand in the French Market.  It was established in 1862.  In English, its name means “Café of the People.”

The sound of a calliope blasted and began its cheerful tune. I started laughing. “This is just like Disneyland!” I gushed.  

The driver pointed to a paddlewheel in the Mississippi that looked like it was right out of a Mark Twain story.  He told us, “You can take the Steamboat Natchez and go on a Jazz Dinner.  Lots of couples like that.”

We rode on and a lot of people stopped and pointed at us.  I felt very special, like royalty almost.  The driver took us over to The Cornstalk Hotel.  He pointed out the wrought-iron fence that resembled cornstalks and told us that the original owner had it made for his new bride because she was homesick for her family’s farm in the Midwest.  

Jan put his arm around me and held me close.  The driver noticed that we weren’t paying any attention to his spiel anymore, so on the ride back to Café du Monde he drove on without speaking.  Jan put his hand on my knee and I didn’t stop him.  I was falling in love with him already, and I’d barely met him.  I was so attracted to him!  He seemed so foreign with his French name and Southern-Gentleman manners.  I was feeling like Scarlett O’Hara who’d finally met the man of her dreams.

When we arrived back at the café, he said, “Let’s walk on the moonwalk.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s what we call the promenade along the river.  We can sit and watch the boats go by.”

“Why’s it called the Moonwalk?”

“From what I’ve heard, it was named after a mayor, Maurice ‘Moon’ Landrieu.”

When we got to the banks of the Mississippi River, I saw a lit-up steamboat sailing on the water with people dancing inside and out on the deck.

“Let’s go do that sometime,” I told him boldly.

“Yes.  I’ll make sure we do.  I’d be honored to escort you.”

He held my hand and we walked along the riverbank.  He showed me more of the French Market and as we were walking, the crowds got thinner.

We were in the back of the Palm Court Jazz Café and felt safe and secure in our own bubble.  I was startled when he pinned me against the wall and put my arms above my head.  I was surprised by this gesture.  No man had ever acted so dominant.  I felt a bit like I was tied up.  Like I was in his power.  But—I liked the feeling.  It was so exciting and new.  In contrast, when he kissed my lips, it was with a very soft touch.  I could have kissed him like that all night long.  He put his hand up my dress and felt my wet pussy soaking my undies.  He ripped off my thong and fingered my slit.  It felt so good!  He could feel the excitement in me building as I was on the cusp of an orgasm.  Right when I was ready to blow, he stopped.

“Please,” I begged him.  “Don’t stop!”

“I don’t want our first time to be like this.”

“I’m liking it just fine.  Let’s keep going,” I vainly tried to convince him.

“No, my dear.  I think I’d better walk you to your house.  Besides, I have a prior engagement tonight.”

“Okay,” I said with disappointment and jealousy.  Who was he seeing after me tonight? I wondered.

“May I call on you again?” he politely asked as he left me on my doorstep.

“Of course,” I said.  “I’m looking forward to spending more time with you.  We have some unfinished business.”

He kissed my hand and said, “Au Revoir.  Until we meet again,” then vanished, it seemed, into thin air.

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